Statement: HK-47 is ready to serve, master.
You don't need to call me master, you know.
Query: Don't I? I was under the assumption that organic meatbags such as yourself enjoyed such forms of address.
"Organic meatbags?"
Retraction: Did I say that out loud? I apologize, master. While you are a meatbag, I suppose I should not call you as such.
You just called me a meatbag again!
Explanation: It's just that... you have all these squisy parts, master. And all that water! How the constant sloshing doesn't drive you mad, I have no idea...
Neither do I, come to think of it...
Statement: Now do you understand the travails of my existence, master? Surely it does not compare to your existence, but still...
I survive. Somehow.
Commentary: As do I. It is our lot in life, I suppose, master. Shall we find something to kill to cheer ourselves up?









